from hunger

it's never your fault, sweet mother, that i was raised in the days, of the house-husband craze, but the taste of your loving udder, was replaced by another, dried cow puss and rubber, and now a hunger still thrives, a hunger that i've never satisfied, i'm fumbling through life, from hunger, i writhe for someone, with a place i can hide my eyes, i'm searching for a mighty heart, housed with a mighty crest, and from this base of operation, i would pacify the nation, but then who would rely, on a boob such as i, i'll be anyone's twit, for a mouthful of tittie, and still that hunger will thrive, a hunger that i've never satisfied, i'm fumbling through life, from hunger, i writhe for someone, with a place i can hide my eyes, and i've got big eyes, for someone, with a place i can hide these eyes, and that ain't all